Category: Visual
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Ash and Dust
And I read them as her words, not mine. Every time I see them I know. But the feeling that follows swallows my heart and mind intertwined in empathetic regret for the monster I once was. then I step back and remember that this is that control, this was let go. Stepping through time with […]
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Stir Crazy
I’ve become too acquainted with I miss you. I’ve become far too familiar with goodbye. I’ve replaced see you tomorrow with it was nice catching up. I’ve been trying not to lose sight of why.
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Sleep Talk
She’s talking in her sleep again. Around 4 am every night I get up to close the blinds while she talks to the wall about the microwave. I watch patterns behind my eyelids dance a ballet composed in stress, and I listen to conversations between characters that question my own fabric of existence, and […]
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